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Poetic T Mar 2019
I never looked both ways
             when I fell in love..

And was hit hard
                   bruised & cut
         I healed.

I looked both ways
              when I saw you
on the other side.

This time I waited.

       You asked me
               why I crossed this
road again?

And I said because if the
            chicken can do it..

With that she laughed.
      smiling she asked

"Would I cross any road,

I said, only yours to see what awaits
                                 on the other side
Bohemian Feb 2019
Both of those two
That day brawled
Sworn about the tolls
"Reincarnation,
We both shall be boys next life!"
For then they could combat
And he,finally could hit 'she'
Who then be he
Pleased ,said she: I shall reciprocate thee
Laughed at it
Both rolled giggling arms in arms
Or heads on the beseated knees
kiran goswami Jan 2019
He loved the way she laughed,
With all his heart
And
No effort.
loggi Oct 2018
Talk like you speak with flowers,
Subtle and fragrant
So that I notice the wilting
Passion that their green stalks
Soon exhibit.
April Apr 2018
I miss you.
I miss your eyes,
the way they crinkled when you laughed.
I miss your lips,
the smile that was always on them.
I miss your hands,
the way they fit perfectly with mine.
I miss your nose,
the way it scrunched.
I miss you, so, so, so much.
Do you miss me?
"The scariest thing about distance is you don't know whether they'll miss you, or forget about you." - Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)
hannah Feb 2018
I know what it feels like
To be
pushed,
hit,
Kicked,
laughed at,
to feel worthless
to be told to **** myself
to be late to class just to avoid my bullies
to ask teachers for help and not get help
I hate to say it but if I had the chance to make them pay for what they did, I would
I don't understand why anybody would feel the need to push someone past their breaking point. I have been bullied before and everybody told me to forgive and forget but it's my choice so what if I don't want to forgive and forget.
Aleeza Nov 2017
the thing about us is
we're on the verge of something
something beautiful? maybe
something disastrous? maybe

the thing about us is
it wasn't always like this
how could i have known
the day you told me your name
that someday i would always remember it?

and you were there
you were there when i cried
you were there when i laughed
you were there when i had all the stories
so i am not used to you being absent

and i was there
when everything was unfair
when the world seemed to hate you
when there was nowhere left to run

and in the way that things are
it all got messed up
the very day i stared at my ceiling
and i knew that it was you

and the thing is
it rarely ever works out the way we want it to
it rarely ever gives us the chance

but if i was allowed
if circumstances were different
i would have found you again
and i would have told you every word
and i would have drawn every line for you

but the thing is
i will stay where i am right now
i know where i stand
and it is not by your side
holding your hand
AfterImage Jan 2016
Awkward astronomer-lover.
Your nebulae concept:
The universe drawing together,
A delighted animation.
We ruefully laughed onshore,
That profound abstruse oxygen.
Their unappetizing myopia,
Misguided eye sockets.
I picked out words that stood out to me in the book I was reading and arranged them as best I could. This is the result. It's refreshing. I might do it again.
Words were all but words
What you never said;
What you said to me
Curses under your breathe.

I opened up my heart
You tore it apart;
Said I lived in fantasies
Bound to turn to dust.

I would fall to the deep end
You wouldn't even help;
Screamed till I was spent
And you just laughed aloud.
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